Daisy returned to Mizzou today. She thought she would leave by 3 p.m. Birdie and I knew that wasn't going to happen. On a good day, Daisy packs slowly and meticulously. On a really good day, Cracker the tabby helps Daisy pack. If Daisy folds a shirt, Cracker unfolds it. If Daisy matches two socks, one gets lost when she sets it down to rub Cracker's ears. The other gets lost when she looks for the first one. Then, Cracker begs for a belly rub and a snack. So he and Daisy trot to the kitchen. Daisy will want a snack, too. Then, it's back to packing or napping. And as Daisy points out, it's really hard to think about a toothbrush, a hairbrush or a cell phone charger when Cracker looks so cute--make that SO CUTE! Thinking about his cuteness means dragging out Cracker's souvenir "Alcatraz reject" t-shirt. Packing takes backseat to squeezing him into it and following him around the house as he belly-walks trying to remove the prison garb. Then, it is back to packing, which sadly, finishes. Daisy left at 4 p.m. Cracker misses her. And we do, too.
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